** The Fugitives by Christopher Sorrentino

The Fugitives starts brilliantly, with a ruminating writer, once famous, married, and living in New York, and now living in a small Michigan town after an ill-advised affair and a troubling case of writer’s block. He is joined by a journalist investigating a theft at a nearby Native American casino and a story-teller at the local library’s children’s hour, who may not be quite whom he says he is. The journalist also has an interesting personal story, but the plot does not seem to move much and becomes choked with too much self-dialog and pointless sex acts, until the final chapters where there are too many gunshots.  Too bad the clear-headedness of the beginning does not last.

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